Him

Yandere

Kara looked in the mirror, examining her white hair.
"Ugly..." She says, looking into her eyes.
"Hideous." She stated, then put brown contacts in. She looked at the hair dye, then to her hair.
Her mother had always said that her hair was the most beautiful color, because it represented that she was a pure Angel.

She snarled.
She hated remembering her mom.
She looked away, lip trembling.
"Mom... Why did dad kill you..?" She asks quietly, looking back up to the mirror and jumping back.
In her place was her mom, white hair and incredibly white-blue eyes.

"Hey, Kara." Her mom says, smiling lightly.
Kara was too stunned to say anything. Her mom was in her mirror!
"Sesa again?" She asks, knowing what the answer would be.
Kara nods. "Y-yeah... just... He uhm... He rejected me." She says, seeing her mom scowl.
"You go back out there and get him, even if you have to slaughter everyone!" Her mom said, her eyes changing to a deep scaret.
"But... I cant... Sesa-"
"Kara, dear..." Her mom said, mimicking a tone of insanity, "Go to mommy's closet and get the show box labeled Minas. Take what you find in there and use it. I love you, my sweet daughter."

Kara sobbed, then did as she was told.
When she opened the box, she saw pictures of her dad when he was younger.
"Why did you tell me to use this..?" She asks, feeling something heavy at the bottom of the box.
She let out a cute, curious noise, then picked the item up.

It was an ancient tantö, rusted and chipped from battle and blood, and still as sharp as the day it was forged.
"What...?"
Then, she saw a book. She set the pictures and knife to the side, picking it up and flipping to the first page.

Page 1:
Sakura flirted with Kato-san today. It's too bad, because she had such pretty lips before I fed her to the sharks.

Kara gasped, then read on. As she did, she saw more and more names, in the dozens.
Names of girls, guys, and even a few pictures of them with a big red X right through the middle of the picture.

That's when it got her.
"Mom was a yandere...!" She said, looking at the knife.

Just then, her doorbell rang, startling her back into reality. She quickly put the knife back into its sheath, but strangely couldn't put it back where she found it.

As she opened the door, she had to keep herself from cringing.
"Hey, is Sesa here?" Akimo, One of Sesa's fangirls, asked, looking around.
Kara smiled, then had a wickedly evil idea.
"Actually, yeah! He's right in the bathroom. Don't worry, he just got out--"

Akimo immediately ran to the bathroom, and Kara followed suit, knife in hand.
'Thats it baby.' Her mom's voice said, encouraging her on, 'Slit that whore's little throat!!!'
She nodded, locking the bathroom door behind her.
"Yes mommy."

That's when it hit Akimo:
"I'm so screwed.."
Kara nodded, putting the cold, rusted blade to her rivals throat and slicing it, letting her blood spurt about the bathroom as she laughed.
"Mine mine mine! He will be all mine! Just wait and see!!!"